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I don't have a lot of time to post a story today, but this was a summation of day one for my group!: [img]https://nastyhobbit.org/data/media/4/Birds_fighting.gif[/img] This is a blast, and I second the others - don't overdo yourself!

Has everyone gotten the messages? Or are they still being sent out?

@evosoul still being sent out.

(Ah, thank you!) [center][img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/avatars/116943/11694247.png?mtime=WHz6-AACP7A.png[/img] [img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/avatars/166435/16643491.png?mtime=WH186wACXm8.png[/img] [img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/avatars/81786/8178578.png?mtime=WH19NQACNDs.png[/img][/center] Team Pumice stood at the entrance to the caves. They were well-rested, fully energized, and now with their guide gone it was time to begin the expedition. They were, however, more than a little hesitant to actually enter the yawning cave. "Pffft! 'Don't'." Matte looked at the sign again and couldn't help letting out a snort. Charlie tried to hide it but she laughed a little too. "What are you guys laughing about?" Alcor asked, fluffing up his pale arctic apparel as much as he could. The Mirror looked nervous, as if he was having second thoughts about the whole expedition. "I'm sorry, it's just so simple and funny! It's like; Just. Stop." Charlie giggled again before her Tundra friend whacked her lightly with her tail. "Okay that's enough, we need to get serious now." Still no one moved forward to enter the cave. After a minute of just standing in silence Charlie shook out her wings and spoke loudly. "All right, I may be a Fire dragon but I'm getting cold just standing here! Let's get a move on!" The Wildclaw took the first steps towards the cave. "Hooo boy, here we go," Matte pulled her fluffy hat close to her ears and moved ahead. She ended up overtaking Charlie as the Wildclaw waited at the entrance for Alcor. The pink dragon came in slowly, crests flat against his head in fear, sadness, or some other negative emotion. "You gonna be alright?" Charlie asked. "I know it's a long way from Home, but I think G is right. This'll be good for you. You'll do fine." Alcor seemed to relax a little at Charlie's words. "I-if I die," he said raising his head a little, "let Volt know this was all her fault." Charlie smiled at his attempt at humor and nodded after Matte. The group explored the cave system for a while, wandering down the winding pathways looking for anything of interest. Despite adamant claims that she did not want to be a leader Matte kind of became one anyway. Whenever they reached a split path there was usually a lot of discussion about which path to take. Matte would get bored and start looking around, probably see a shiny thing down one path, and go to investigate it. Her teammates, wanting to stick together, would follow and they would all end up just taking that path. Charlie still walked in front though. Her confidence made the others feel safe following her. While taking a break for Matte to collect some "interesting rocks" a flock of bats swarmed through the tunnel they were in. The Tundra looked up from her work with a smile. "Oh cool! Those look like some Ashfall bats, and-" Charlie jumped up and snatched a bat in her jaws. "Ugh gross!" Matte shuddered and looked away. Charlie just smirked and pocketed her snack to eat later. They continued on for a while when suddenly Charlie stopped them. "Hold it." She tapped the ground with her large claws, feeling it shift and crack a little. The sound it made was not that of stable ground. "I think we should go back and look for another way, yeah?" After backtracking the group made it to a large trench. Ice and rock reached from the cave ceiling down into depths that none of them could see. Charlie spat a small fireball down into the darkness to see how deep it went, but it was snuffed out by the cold air before it could reach the bottom. "So are we gonna try to cross or...?" Matte looked questioningly at the Wildclaw. She knew Charlie could hardly fly, it would be dangerous for her to try to cross. Alcor was scanning the rocks, digging his mechanical talons into the cliff to get a feel for it. "...I think we can get down," he spoke up softly. The other two looked over to him in surprise. "Yeah..." he reached a paw down the side of the rock face, then another, then launched himself at the nearest ice spire. Latched firmly to the structure he turned back to look at his shocked clanmates. "Just follow me." This was the most confidence they had seen in him. Wanting to encourage his positive mood and trusting his judgement, they followed Alcor on his path down the trench.

(I don't know why but this makes me so happy! Thank you!) [Columns][url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=19601245] [img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/avatars/196013/19601245.png[/img] [/url][nextcol][url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=21551738] [img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/avatars/215518/21551738.png[/img] [/url][nextcol][url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=21459757] [img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/avatars/214598/21459757.png[/img] [/url][/columns] After three days and three nights of flying across the harsh and icy peaks of the Fortress of Ends, we, In the name of Silverpine (or ItnoS), have finally arrived at our destination. Our guide, a frazzled, robin-blue fae called Harold, had led us twisting and turning through massive glacial spires, rocky peaks, and stone-cold trenches cracked into the ice. As we traveled, our hearts fluttering with anticipation, we scanned the cold and cloudy horizons, hoping that each cave we passed might be our destination. At one point, Harold stopped the party to rest beneath the thinned branches of an old and scraggly pine tree, turned to the group, and said: 'Well, I was pretty sure the cave entrance was half a kilometer back, but I didn't seem to spot it... You wait here while I circle around. Don't worry! I'll be back shortly.' As these things always seem to go, the guide was not back shortly. We waited two and a half hours before he returned, by which point the sun had already begun to set and the nighttime chill set in. The fae touched down in the branches of the pine tree, turned to us, and said: 'Silly me! We hadn't passed it at all. It's just a few kilometers ahead.' And so, we gathered our gear and continued on. When we finally came to our destination, we found the cave mouth to be a dark and foreboding sight. The stalactites and stalagmites stuck out like crooked teeth in a gaping maw, and the faded sign haphazardly nailed to the nearest tree simply said: 'Don't.' You might wonder what it was that we were not supposed to do, but to those of us standing at the gateway to those caverns, feeling the icy breeze ascending from the depths within, it was obvious. Don't enter. Of course, that was exactly what we would later do. After making our camp for the night and taking an inventory of our food and equipment, we ate our breakfast, fastened our hooks and lamps carefully to our belts, waved goodbye to our trusty guide, and entered the cave. The first stretch of the cave was relatively quiet. The wildlife was few and far between, although we were able to get a good look at some fascinating species of bats, and those first few hours were marked by the collection of a variety of standard geological and biological samples. As we walked further, the cave began to branch apart into dozens of passageways, each leading in a slightly different direction but still looking quite the same. It soon became clear how the decision dynamics of In the name of Silverpine (or ItnoS) would go. Raven had come to be the leader of the team - his inability to cooperate with the others resulting in the more group-minded members of the team following out of a desire to stick together. And so, we walked and walked and walked. As the earth beneath us became loose and rocky, Viridiana stopped suddenly. Turning to the group, she stretched her wings and blocked the others from progressing: 'The ground ahead seems quite unstable. Perhaps we should find another path.' Choosing to err on the side of caution, we turned back to seek another path. It was not long after that we came face to face with a massive trench. Gazing down into the darkness below with little idea of how far down this pit might go, we prepared ourselves for the descent. Downpour, confident that she could easily fly down to the bottom, led the way, weaving in and out between the pillars of ice and jagged rock edges. With her guidance, we were able to make our way to the bottom of the trench unharmed. By the time we had reached what we thought to be the base of the trench, we were ready to make our camp for the day. And so, we logged our activities, ate our meal, and rested.

[center][Columns][url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=16061418] [img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/avatars/160615/16061418.png[/img] [/url][nextcol][url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=23301001] [img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/avatars/233011/23301001.png[/img] [/url][nextcol][url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=3513021] [img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/avatars/35131/3513021.png[/img] [/url][/columns][/center] “But why does it say ‘Don’t?” Tenebre couldn’t quite take his mind off the sign. It didn’t help that the first bit of the cave was pretty quiet - nothing much to hold his interest. Wildlife was scarce, though Sentry did manage to catch some bats. Glace had a fabulous time investigating them, and Sentry eventually pronounced that they would make a decent meal, and caught some more. Otherwise, though, those first few hours were marked by the collection of a variety of standard geological and biological samples. As they walked further, the cave began to branch apart into dozens of passageways, each leading in a slightly different direction but still looking quite the same. It soon became clear how the decision dynamics of Seers In The Dark would go. The group turned out to get along quite well together. For every decision, they took a vote and chose the option most favorable amongst the group. And so, they walked and walked and walked. As the earth beneath them became loose and rocky, Glace stopped. Turning to the group, he stretched his wings and blocked the others from progressing: 'The ground ahead seems quite unstable. Perhaps we should find another path.' “Agreed,” Tenebre said, but as he turned, he noticed something sparkling ever so slightly at the opposite end of the passage. Curiosity piqued, he halted the group. “What’s that?” “Does it matter? The footing isn’t safe here.” Sentry didn’t so much as turn to look, just kept picking his careful way across the loose cave floor. Glace, however, did look. “That’s interesting...Sentry, maybe we could head over that way. Just far enough to see what that is.” He was thinking of the possibility of gems, and perhaps bringing his mate back a present. Sentry knew that he was outvoted, so he gave in graciously, following behind with his climbing gear in easy reach. The group began to brave the unstable passage, treading as lightly as possible. Carefully making their way across the passageway, one step at a time, they had nearly reached the opposite end of the cavern when the floor caved out beneath them. Bruised and battered by the falling rocks and disoriented by the sudden collapse, they found ourselves quickly plummeting to the bottom of a great trench. Fortunately, Sentry, ice pick at the ready, was quickly able to fasten his hook to the nearest rock wall and grab on to his companions while the floor that had just stood beneath them tumbled deep down into the darkness below. “I knew this wasn’t stable!” Glace grumbled to himself. “Never listen to my own advice!” “Stop muttering and look down.” Sentry called. The other two were heavy with gear and he didn’t want them all crash landing at the bottom. “Can we make it to the bottom?” “Can’t see.” Tenebre, who was at the bottom of the dangling line of dragons, called back. “But that sparkling thing is gone. Maybe we should follow it down?” Sentry sighed. Glace was still scolding himself, but Sentry could feel the strain building. He’d have to let go soon, so he’d have enough strength to fly, or try to pull them all up. He heaved a bit, testing. But between Tenebre’s excited twisting, trying to see what could be at the bottom, and the dead weight of Glace, it wasn’t going to work. “Fine. Exploration it is.” He said. “Wings ready, gents, we’re going down!” Gazing down into the darkness below with little idea of how far down this pit might go, they prepared themselves for the descent. Tenebre nodded to the group and jumped into the trench with wings outstretched, leading the way through the pillars of ice and jagged rock edges. However, just moments before landing at the bottom, he clipped his wing on a stone archway, sending him spiraling down into the rocks below. The other two made it without incident, thankfully. Sentry tried to tend to Tenebre’s wounds, but was unable to do enough to spare him from becoming incapacitated. Tired and bruised after the long descent and day of walking, they decided that this would be as good a place as any to make our camp for the night. And so, they logged their activities, ate their meal, and rested. It would be an uncomfortable night, but each one was glad things weren’t worse.

My log was pretty much the same as Silverpine's, but with different character names. Found some bats :P

Same, found some bats. My group is a little boring-cautious and cohesive. I'm really interested to see the groups that risked the unstable ground.

[center][size=6][font=Comic Sans MS][b]Logbook of the Vortex Squad[/b][/size][/font][/center] [center][url=https://www1.flightrising.com/forums/forga/2089268/18#post_25112117]Team[/url] | Entry 1 | [url=https://www1.flightrising.com/forums/forga/2089268/67#post_25260927]Entry 2[/url] | [url=https://www1.flightrising.com/forums/forga/2089268/85#post_25318701]Entry 3[/url] | [url=https://www1.flightrising.com/forums/forga/2089268/93#post_25412175]Entry 4[/url] | [url=https://www1.flightrising.com/forums/forga/2089268/96#post_25471355]Entry 5[/url] | [url=https://www1.flightrising.com/forums/forga/2089268/99#post_25525256]Entry 6[/url] | [url=https://www1.flightrising.com/forums/forga/2089268/105#post_25651575]Entry7[/url][/center] [indent][size=4][font=Lucida Console][b]Entry 1 - Rockfall[/b][/size] [font=Lucida Console][b]Date[/b]: Jan 23, 2017 [font=Lucida Console][b]Location[/b]: Southern Icefield - The entrance to Snowspire Caverns[/indent] It took us three days and three nights of flying across the harsh and icy peaks of the Fortress of Ends until we, [b]The Vortex Squad[/b], finally arrived at our destination. [center][b]Who 'we' are?[/b] Well, there is [i]Avalanche [/i](we call him Lance from time to time, it's shorter...), he is the big Imperial fighter of the team. He belongs to the [url=http://www1.flightrising.com/forums/cc/1838332/2#post_21063218]Warrior Squad[/url] back at home and is their Major--so he knows what he's doing. Next... oh, we were able to get our physician [i]Aztec [/i]on bord! So there is someone with the knowledge to tread wounds and keep us healthy down there. Last, there is I--[i]Loki[/i]--a Bogsneak, and told to be an ambitious traveler that can not stand to stay put at one place for too long. Together we formed the Vortex Squad so we'd be able to go on a Journey into Snowspire Cavern--to explore, to learn, to discover and to see things we never thought possible....[/center] We had a guide--a frazzled, robin-blue fae called [b]Harold[/b]--had led us through massive glacial spires, rocky peaks, and stone-cold trenches cracked into the ice. At one point, Harold stopped the party to rest. But we soon noticed, Harold had gotten himself lost and now wanted to turn back alone to find the cave entrance. As these things always seem to go, the guide was not back shortly. We waited two and a half hours before he returned, by which point the sun had already begun to set and the nighttime chill set in. The fae touched down in the branches of the pine tree, turned to us, and said: [i]'Silly me! We hadn't passed it at all. It's just a few kilometers ahead.'[/i] Nothing we could do about the lost time and getting angry was a stupid thing to do. So, we gathered our gear and continued on until we finally came to our destination. It was getting late, so we set up our camp for the night, took an inventory of our food and equipment and got ourself a good night sleep. [center][img]http://orig07.deviantart.net/7c30/f/2011/111/5/3/divider_ii_by_rbsrdesigns-d3ejqrj.png[/img][/center] [indent][font=Lucida Console][b]Date[/b]: Jan 24, 2017 [font=Lucida Console][b]Location[/b]: Inside the Caverns - The camp at the base of the trench[/indent] Next day we ate our breakfast, fastened our hooks and lamps carefully to our belts, waved goodbye to our trusty guide, and entered the cave. The first stretch of the cave was relatively quiet. The wildlife was few and far between, although we got to see some fascinating species of bats, and we also collected a variety of standard geological and biological samples. As we walked further, the cave began to branch apart into dozens of passageways, each leading in a slightly different direction but still looking quite the same. The [b]group [/b]turned out to get along quite well. For every decision, we took a vote and chose the option most favorable amongst the whole team. At one point, the earth beneath us became loose and rocky. [b]I[/b] noticed it first and then warned everyone about the unstable grounds, suggesting we better find another way. But as everyone decided to turn around, we suddenly noticed something sparkling at the opposite end of the passage. Curiosity piqued and so we braved the unstable passage. As we had nearly reached the opposite end of the cavern, the floor caved out. Fortunately, [b]Avalanche [/b]had seen this coming and call out a warning, so everyone quickly jumped to the nearest stable platform. The floor around crumbled into the darkness below and the return passage was also blocked beneath piles of rubble. Looking around, we decided it wouldn't be easy to try move the rubble and head back the way we came. Also, we had this feeling that the deepest parts of the caverns might hold the most fascinating secrets. So one by one, we descended into the trench. [b]I[/b], being the one most confident in his climbing skills, led the way so we all were able to get to the bottom of the trench unharmed. There everyone started to set up the camp for the day, eat our meal and after logging the day, we were going to sleep. Signed in one's own hand [indent][size=7][font=Monotype Corsiva]Loki[/indent] [center][size=1]RESOURCE DIVIDER [url=http://canzeda.deviantart.com/art/Divider-II-205834303]X[/url][/size][/center]